His Name in Her Ledger

Marisol Vega left Chicago with a duffel bag and someone else's blood on her shirt. Five years later she runs a bakery in Portland and does not read the news. Then Dmitri Antonov walks into her back kitchen, because his accountant is dead and she is the only person alive who ever balanced his books. She did it at nineteen, in the back of a car, for him. She tells him no. Then a single pink line changes the math. Dmitri doesn't want to drag her home. He wants to know if the woman who once saved his business can save it again — and Marisol wants to know whether the man she ran from was ever the man she thought she was. She comes back for six weeks, on paper, on her terms. She finds the falsified entry that got a man killed. She makes a phone call she had already decided to make. This is a second chance, surprise baby bratva romance where the woman makes every plan.